I'm that girl, the girl you desire
You in the past, baby you prior
Play with me get lit under fire
Put it on me it turn to designer
Benz so fast you know I'm a rider
Aint no ghost you know I'm the writer
You so salty, cook in my fryer
My..so wet I put it in the dryer
Got him rock hard, he thought I was a miner
Ya girl so loose, she needs to retire
Lost your money she sent through a wire
Got damn your girl needs some manners, where are your standards,
Not with you she with Alexander
That's her ex she left in december
Yeah she crying saying you better
But she told him he making her wetter
Oh I'm sorry did I expose
You can't afford the name on your clothes
You swear by God you get all the hoes
But after that dick they straight out the door
They don't care about your feelings baby
They don't wanna be your girlfriend baby
They don't know the alphabet they just know D
Making you pay what's due